f**k. So this is what those feel like.
I can feel him respond to my touch, and I’m loving the way his muscles twitch and tense under my fingertips.
When I glide my fingers over his length, he groans.
He’s so warm. And bare.
And f*****g huge.
I literally don’t know how he’s going to fit inside me—all I know is I need him and I need him right. f*****g. Now.
Demyen seems to have the exact same idea, because he captures my wrist and pins me down onto the mattress. His fingers findmine and they lace together while his other hand reaches down between us.
I’m spread open even wider than before. It makes it possible for him to work himself into me, solid inch by solid, throbbing,iron-hard inch.
In a lesser world, with a lesser man, it might hurt. But Demyen keeps my hand clutched close and
